Dec 23, 2012...reports coming in of a viral outbreak in Central Asia, near Kazakhstan. The disease, thought to be a new strain of...is characterized by typical flu-like symptoms including nausea, vomiting and in some cases delirium...US citizens are advised not to travel to affected areas.

Jan 13, 2013...new disease now known as the "green flu" due to its trademark discoloration of the skin...has appeared in New Delhi, India...Kiev, Ukraine...Beijing, China...experts are unwilling to comment on the possibility of aerial transmission...

Feb 7, 2013...reports of at least 13 confirmed cases in Vienna, Austria...first confirmed case in the continental US. Baltimore authorities have established quarantine procedures...martial law declared in over 15 south and east Asian countries...bodies being burned...

Feb 25, 2013...well over a hundred cases in the Northeast...we could well be experiencing an epidemic. The Civil Emergency and Defense Agency, or CEDA, has begun handing out gas masks to civilians in affected areas. A no travel order is in effect, with interstates in the region being shut down by deployed National Guard troops.

March 1, 2013We've had unconfirmed reports of what appear to be "feral humans" roaming the countryside...CEDA is working to calm down rioting citizens in New York and Boston...issued an official statement concerning the supposed "zombie" sightings, asserting that they are completely false. The disease's spread in Europe seems to be contained rather well...international airports are almost universally shut down.

March 16, 2013Communication with the government of India has ceased. No official explanation from Washington seems to be forthcoming...rampant speculation on Twitter and social networking sites...mass suicide apparently citing the "end of the world."

April 11, 2013The virus has almost certainly deviated from normal influenza symptoms. What we're currently dealing with...produces behaviors consistent with rabid animals. Citizens are advised...not to make contact with infected individuals, lock all doors and windows and await evacuation...

April 28, 2013Martial law has been declared across five states in the northeast, including New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, New Jersey and Delaware. CEDA has been constructing safe houses, stocked with arms and ammunition, for the protection of remaining civilians...

May 5, 2013No communication with any government outside the Western Hemisphere has been established within the last 72 hours...CEDA has withdrawn all personnel from the affected area and begun what they term "containment" procedures, including the establishment of an armed perimeter around the area...looks like something out of World War 2.

May 19, 2013All news stations have ceased to broadcast in the area

It's the zombie apocalypse...Bring friends.

Here's the situation...You are alone. Utterly alone, so far as you can tell. Everyone else is either dead, or turned into one of those...things. Luckily you've managed to scrounge a weapon and some ammunition from a wrecked safe house, but even so, you're gonna need some help. Otherwise it will only be a matter of time before they get you...and tear you to pieces.

Basically you start alone, with no knowledge of other humans anywhere near. You have one weapon, either a shotgun or a hunting rifle, with limited ammunition. Your current goal is to find the other Survivors, all stranded like you. And better do it quickly, too...this wouldn't be Left 4 Dead without the Special Infected, no? They haven't shown up just yet (lucky you) but at the rate this virus is mutating, don't count on their absence for long. You may play as either one of the pre-existing Survivors or your own character.

You start in Philadelphia. The first person to post as their character starts in Mercy Hospital from the opening campaign. Once all the starters have joined up you must decide what your next move is. Be quick about it, or I, the DM, will have to...convince you to get a move on. I may be nice and give you a guide, like Bill was in L4D3. Or I may not be nice. Feeling lucky, punks?

Post your characters you will be using...when I have enough I will declare the RP to have started.

My character will be Curt Soul, a 16 year old with a knack at survival and a sort of silence that speaks to others with just one look. He has a supressed Remington .243 Ack hunting rifle with an internal clip that holds five rounds and he has fifteen rounds of ammo. He is often seen with a cross hanging around his neck with something engraved on the back of it but he never let anyone see what it is. He is currently in room 243 on the second floor. He starts getting a bloodrush (the feeling like you could do anything while you are playing a sport) whenever a zombie is fifteen yards away.

Since that apparent supernatural ability requires that I give you forewarning, I'll allow it on the grounds that I'm not going to indulge it unless I feel theatrical. Only strictly human characters are allowed, but I s'pose since you're new here I'll let it slide.

Curt had a good life but he would have to leave the hospital soon. He got hurt early this morning and fresh blood brings them and he can't be here when they come for him. So he walks to the parking lot and finds a car able to start before driving east.

As he starts the car, the headlights and engine noise attracts the attention of a large mob of infected, who charge the vehicle. In an instant, all the glass in the car is smashed and their arms are reaching in at Curt, grasping, clawing, tearing...

Suddenly, the car jerks to a stop, having slammed into a light pole. Given that zombies were covering the windshield almost entirely, this was hardly surprising. A few of them were starting to crawl through the windows. A hand, missing its thumb, smashed into Curt's face and gouged, narrowly missing his eye as its nails raked the skin on his face.

Given the proximity of the zombies, Curt can hardly miss even without training. One by one the zombies go down, sliding back and out of the car, but suddenly a long, tendril-like thing shoots in through the broken windshield and yanks him forward. His chest slams into the steering wheel hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs and the car's horn blares, attracting another snarling horde of zombies from nearby buildings and down the street.

'Oh Perfect!' Curt thought to himself as he reached around for either his gun or something else just as useful and silently hoping that somebody was nearby to help him as he tried to get off the car horn.

The tendril begins to drag him through the broken windshield, scraping his chest along the broken shards of glass and cutting the skin in several places. One of the loops slips up over his neck and tightens sharply, strangling him.

hearing the loud blast of a car horn a short walk away, Derek Stane quickly cocks his revolver and runs toward the sound, where upon arriving, he sees a man being overwhelmed by a hored of zombies, Derek, being a crack shot, gets several shots off hitting each infected in the head.

Curt grabs his gun and runs as fast as he could to a fire escape and tried to climb with three hands which works but eats up valuable time. He then starts climbing to the roof top of the building. Hearing the gunshots he spins around looking for the source of the gunfire.

@Sagansoul001 wrote:Curt grabs his gun and runs as fast as he could to a fire escape and tried to climb with three hands which works but eats up valuable time. He then starts climbing to the roof top of the building. Hearing the gunshots he spins around looking for the source of the gunfire.

Umm... Anyway, the zombies are mowed down quickly now, but the tentacle comes again, this time grabbing Derek around the ankle and yanking him off his feet.

after getting over the shock that came with the tentacle grabbing him, Derek reaches down and picks up a shard of broken glass, and starts to hack at the tendril. while doing so, he sees the man from the car on top of a building. "Hey, can i get some hlep here?" he shouts at the man.

"Do not worry brother," says a voice from the shadows, after which two powerful shots tear through the tendril and then the zombie producing it. A dark-blue blur runs up, tearing through the zombies with a fire axe.

"I would advise that we get moving as soon as possible." says the man, now in view. He wears dark-blue embroidered clothing and red sneakers. Around his neck is a golden crucifix. Judging by the fact that he is balding, he is clearly middle-aged.

Derek gets up and brushes himself off. 'Hey, thanks. Before we go, I feel compelled to let you know that there is a man on that building up there who looks pretty beat up." he points up to the spot where the man was standing.